She constantly mentioned his ex, the corporate one with the suits and heels.
“His ex always knew how to network,” she’d throw in. Or, “She had such a bright future.”
When we got engaged, Elaine stared at my ring for a long second.
“How sweet,” she said.
“Very modest. His ex had a bigger stone, of course, but effort matters more than size.”
That one almost made me choke.
Planning the wedding turned every interaction into a minefield.
She wanted a huge church, four hundred guests, black-tie. We wanted a small garden ceremony with our friends and close family.
My dress?
“Plain. His ex wore Vera Wang.”
